Grace Comes To Us (With Blistered Feet)

Grace Comes To Us (With Blistered Feet)

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I once heard a story about an old missionary. He had been afflicted with such a spiritual dis-ease that keeping the Grace of Christ to himself was no longer an option. He set out on foot to reach the unreached people groups of the desolate African landscapes.

But in each village, his message of grace and forgiveness fell on deaf ears and hard hearts. He met rejection and loneliness at every corner. So he would walk in a circle from village to village to village before succumbing to exhaustion. He collapsed in the desert heat and waited to die.

A few days later he was stirred to awaken, in a bed provided by caretakers. He was nourished back to physical health, and noticed the disposition of the locals: they were receptive, curious, and eager to listen to his message.

The missionary was curious as to why they had now a change of reception.

The locals pointed to his blistered feet. “When we found you, we noticed the blisters on your dirty feet. We realized that anyone who would walk this relentlessly must have something to share, worth listening to.”

When I think about all of the ways that I have rejected God’s love for me, I often wonder why He hasn’t given up! All those times I insisted to have my own way, He waited. In my absolute defiance of His Spirit’s leading, the grace He has offered me is flushed away in rebellion.

Grace comes to us with blistered feet.

When we least expect it, like a stray dog — grace shows up again at our front door, barking. Incessantly. Relentlessly. Annoying.

Grace comes to us with blistered feet.

When we least deserve it, like a Christmas present unopened; postmarked from heaven — traveling through hell, grace knocks exhaustively on the door of our hardened heart. With blood-stained, nail-scarred hands, offering forgiveness and Monday-morning hope.

Grace comes to us with blistered feet.

When we ignore, reject, and dismiss this gift, we find one constant seat available at the Table, body broken, blood poured out. Grace has come, and remains the unfinished story…
 

 

Jay DePoy
Jay DePoy is a West Michigan native who received a Master of Theology Degree at Seminary in Grand Rapids. He was mentored by Rob Bell ("Love Wins") at Mars Hill, and then planted two churches. After experiencing incredible success, he fell into a tailspin of depression and started making self-destructive choices. Eventually, he hit rock-bottom and landed in jail. His new book, "This Little Light" sheds exactly that on coming clean in confession and finding grace on the road to recovery. Connect with Jay below!
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Jay DePoy

Jay DePoy is a West Michigan native who received a Master of Theology Degree at Seminary in Grand Rapids. He was mentored by Rob Bell ("Love Wins") at Mars Hill, and then planted two churches. After experiencing incredible success, he fell into a tailspin of depression and started making self-destructive choices. Eventually, he hit rock-bottom and landed in jail. His new book, "This Little Light" sheds exactly that on coming clean in confession and finding grace on the road to recovery. Connect with Jay below!

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  • Jay, this made me think of Isaiah 52:7 “How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of him who bring good news…”
    It brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing here on Altarwork.
    Blessings,
    Beckie

  • Thank you, Beckie! That’s a great passage… selah.

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